Private Fountains, Volume 1

By Jeremy Edwards

When it comes to telling sensuous, tasteful, yet unabashedly explicit tales about women who love to give their lovers "golden showers," put on a wet show, or just turn themselves on in private with a little damp solo fun, acclaimed erotica writer Jeremy Edwards is without equal. Devotees of stories about happy, pleasure-loving women for whom "wetter is better" will see at once that this is an author who speaks their language. And readers who are new to fiction that celebrates the erotic delights of holding on and letting go will see what they've been missing the moment they meet Edwards' sexy, seductive heroines.

PRIVATE FOUNTAINS Fountains, Volume 1 contains seven short stories: "Undercurrents"; "No Blame, No Shame"; "Man of a Thousand Wet Dreams"; "Slightly Ajar"; "Peeosk"; "Judy Never ... "; "Her Sensuous Secret"; and is approximately 15,450 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 1001 Nights Press
• Release date: Aug 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476175478

Jeremy Edwards

Described by the Erotica Readers & Writers Association as “one of the most original and amusing erotic authors around,” Jeremy Edwards (www.jeremyedwardserotica.com) is the author of some one hundred fifty erotic short stories and two erotocomedic novels, Rock My Socks Off and The Pleasure Dial (IPPY Bronze Medalist, 2014). His work has been published by Clean Sheets, Cleis Press, Coming Together, The Erotic Woman, Excessica, FeatherLit, Fishnet, Forum (UK), Go Deeper Press, HarperCollins UK, LadyLit, 1001 Nights Press, Oysters & Chocolate, Penguin, Racy Pages, Ruthie’s Club, Scarlet, Seal Press, Simon & Schuster, and Xcite Books, and in five volumes of The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. Jeremy has been a featured reader at In the Flesh and Essensuality in New York, the Erotic Literary Salon in Philadelphia, and the Rochester Erotic Arts Festival.

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Private Fountains, Volume 1

Copyright © 2012 by Jeremy Edwards.

Edited by Sharazade for 1001 Nights Press. Cover design by Willsin Rowe.

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This story contains sexually explicit acts involving consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.

Table of Contents

Undercurrents

No Blame, No Shame

Man of a Thousand Wet Dreams

Slightly Ajar

Peeosk

Judy Never …

Her Sensuous Secret

Undercurrents

About how many times a day do you pee? Horace asked Evelyn.

What?

On average. How many times? He smiled charismatically.

I don’t know … four or five, maybe. A bunch.

Excellent.

The wine bar was hopping. Other couples huddled at every point of the compass—engaging in less peculiar conversations, Evelyn wagered.

Why do you ask? Do you keep tallies?

Oh, no, he chuckled. I’m an enthusiast, not an accountant.

An enthusiast?

He leaned in closer. Do you like it?

Hmm?

"Do you like peeing?"

She smirked. What do you mean? I—

I mean, do you enjoy yourself with it? His hand touched her knee.

What a question, Horace.

And here’s another: If you could wave a magic wand and never have to pee again, would you take advantage of that? Or would you miss how luxurious it feels to pull your panties down and piss? Would you opt out of the magic-wand thing, Evelyn? He broke eye contact long enough to help himself to a piece of focaccia, giving her a moment of space.

This had definitely turned into an interesting date.

You like how it feels, don’t you? said Horace, promptly back on her ass.

Doesn’t everyone?

But you like it a lot, yes?

She shrugged. Maybe.

Does it make your pussy wet to think about how good it feels? To sit here and talk about it?

It seems to me you’re the one doing most of the talking.

He conceded the point with a gesture. Please. I’m all ears.

And cock.

He conceded this as well.

She looked around the room again. I’ve never seen this place so crowded.

I thought we were talking about your wet pussy.

Did I say it was wet?

No, in fact you didn’t—not yet. Why the delay in imparting this information?

You appear to be fairly sure about it without my input.

He reached across the table to take her hand. Evelyn, there is nothing more important to me than your input on this subject.

She inclined her head graciously. Thank you.

So, then, it’s wet?

Maybe. But she knew she was nodding yes.

And this has something to do with telling me how much you enjoy peeing, correct? You did say you liked it, didn’t you? A lot?

"Oh, for crying out loud. Yes, yes, I like to pee, OK?" She laughed.

A lot. Right?

She sighed, then burst into another round of laughter. Well, since it makes you so happy: Yes. A lot.

"I want to hear more about how happy it makes you."

What’s to tell? It—um—it’s a really good feeling. And, yeah, sort of sexy. She shifted in her seat, and this did not go unnoticed; Horace’s face lit up.

Maybe you have to pee right now, eh? You’re imagining what the sensations will be like when you do it: almost like an orgasm. Am I right? In fact, Evelyn, I propose that you’re squeezing your thighs together holding it at this very moment, and that this is turning you on, as well.

He put the napkin he’d been gesturing with back on the table. "But I’m talking too much again—speculating here, without giving you a chance to answer me.